"Scoundrel!"
Inside War King Manor, the atmosphere was heavy as iron. Qin Langtian's voice boomed like thunder, filled with rage.
He had just returned from the imperial palace, his face so dark with fury it seemed as though ink could drip from it. With a single strike of his palm, the sturdy table shattered instantly into fine powder that scattered in all directions, testifying to the boiling anger he could barely contain.
Chapter 16